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»There was a time

 

There was a time when i bludgeoned people with my rock
iron fists,
now i didn't even have the vigor to raise my hands.

there was time when i drove my car at swashbuckling
speeds,
now my legs quivered at mentions of automobile travel.

there was a time when drank barrels of beer with
unprecedented gusto,
now i refrained from drinking even salted water.

there was a time when i cast frivolous glances at
young maidens,
now i withdrew miles away from the faintest shadow of
females.

there was a time when i clambered up the hill with
robust spurts of euphoria,
now i stood at the base and admired the honey golden
sun; tumbling drops of
rain.

there was a time when i chewed vicious petals of raw
tobacco,
now i confined myself to a bland soup of banana
curry.

there was a time when i shouted on the streets
creating utter pandemonium,
now i talked in subtle whispers with my spouse; in
imprisoned interiors of our
home.

there was a time when i gnawed my teeth in the brittle
body of sugarcane,
now i satisfied myself with frigid chunks of sour milk
cream.

there was a time when i bathed in an avalanche of
freezing water; beneath the
mountain spring,
now i meticulously poured minuscule tumblers of hot
water on my persona.

there was a time wrote sedulously; infinite lines of
poignant literature,
now i dictated lethargic notes for my assistants to
scribble down.

there was a time when i indulged in rambunctious
brawls with my rivals,
now i begged them for perennial harmony with folded
hands.

there was a time when there when i bore a thick shock
of curly hair on my
scalp,
now they had been replaced by frugal fibers of deathly
white projecting
timidly.

there was a time when i spotted oblivious outlines of
bird in the sky,
now i wore high powered glass to distinguish my
children.

there was a time when I dismantled rocks that came my
way,
now I was petrified to even tread on ants that
trespassed the floor.

There was a time when I sobbed at the slightest of
provocation,
Now I stared in tranquil contentment even when
ridiculed to bizarre limits.

There was a time when I laughed incessantly all sunlit
day,
Now I groped for inexplicably for profound reasons to
smile.

There was a time when I romanticized wading through
choppy waves of the
ocean,
Now I perceived loads of gratification; sitting abreast
my innocent siblings.

That was decades when I was bubbling in the zeal of
youth,
Whilst now I lay shriveled; discarded as a disdainful
liability; in the form of
an grizzly hair man.



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»There was a corner of my mind

 

Even as I felt that I had sown seeds in my entire
field; and felt waves of contentment wholesomely
entrench my persona,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me of the barren lands nearby which
were yet to ploughed.

Even as I felt that I had earned exorbitant amounts of
wealth; inundating my treasury with infinite number of
gold coins,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me that there were still countless
number of people lying naked in the chilly cold; and
who desperately needed my help.

Even as I felt that I had written unfathomable volumes
of literature; simply didn’t need to emboss a single
word further,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me that there were innocent roaming
illiterate on the streets; who needed to be taught;
who needed my help to learn and write.

Even as I felt that I had walked unsurpassable
distance by foot; conquering astronomical peaks of all
mountains towering higher than the clouds,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me that there were boundless boys and
girls who were helplessly limp; and who needed my
assistance to help them to walk without sticks.

Even as I felt that I had consumed the best of food;
had eaten every possible dish every existing or made
in this world,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me that there were countless number of
beggars crying hoarsely by the river side; starved to
unprecedented; and awaiting my presence frantically to
be fed.

Even as I felt that I had worn the most gorgeous of
fabric; adorned my persona in the most exquisite of
attire found on this globe,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me that there were innumerable number
of destitutes; hiding their flesh in embarrassment
from this uncouth world; and whose bodies were waiting
all night and day; to be encompassed by my surplus
cloth.

Even as I felt that I had gulped the most exotic of
wine; drowned my body into unprecedented tremors of
voluptuous excitement,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me of the millions of people scorching
in the drought ridden desert; needed just few droplets
from my rivers overflowing with water.

Even as I felt that I had dated the girl of my dreams;
eventually marrying her to bind us in the bonds of
immortal romance,
There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to
rest; reminding me of the thousands of impoverished
hearts; who were left stranded in solitude; and who
needed me to impregnate in them just fractions of my
love.

And even as I felt that I had lived life to its
fullest capacity; and now needed to die blending my
breath blissfully with the creator,
There was a corner of my mind which still didn’t allow
me to rest; as there were unlimited numbers of
children being born every second in each quarter of
the globe; who were required to be fed with pearls of
wisdom I had acquired in this lifetime; and who needed
a pillar to support their nimble foundations which had
just taken life…


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»There and Then itself…

 

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the police; who could vanquish the devil within instants; if using their firepower and authority; in the most righteously efficacious manner,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the press; who could bring even the ghastliest of devil to shame; by the unflinchingly triumphant power of the pen,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the wrestler; who could easily pulverize the devil into infinitesimal nothingness; with just a punch of his unsurpassably muscled arm,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the ocean; which could entirely drown the devil in whisker lengths of time; towards the most obsolete depths of treacherously rock-bottom nothingness,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the thorns; who could brutally rip apart even the goriest of devil into inanely decrepit shreds; by their mere and pecuniary caress,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the army; who could trample the devil into non-existent wisps of feckless oblivion; by merely marching under the blazing Sun; and on the pathways of righteousness,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the dungeons; which could hopelessly asphyxiate every salacious intention of the devil; into the maiming blackness of nimble submission,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the tornadoes; which could nonchalantly sweep back the devil into its indescribably unbearable hell; within just a singleton gust of strong wind,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the saint; who could render every element of ribald drudgery in the devil to inconspicuous ash; with just a single hiss of his miraculously divine breath,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the magician; who could perpetuate the soul of the heartless devil to forever disappear from this bountiful earth; by simply touching his mystical wand over its deteriorating contours,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Sun; who could char even the most invisible traces of the hideous devil into meaningless chowder; by simply the power of just one of its Omnipotent morning rays,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Politician; who could ensure that the devil rotted lifelong behind morbidly sullen prison bars; by a simple ring of the phone to his unfathomable jugglery; of astutely manipulated resources,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Butcher; who could eventually render the devil into just a ludicrous assortment of flesh and bones; lifelessly suspended from the roof of his shop; with just one stroke of his gigantically gleaming cleaver,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the forests; who could miserably confound the devil till eternity, within their unendingly painstaking labyrinths of carnivorously stabbing wilderness,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the night; who could endlessly blind even an infinite eyes of the marauding devil; with its congenitally crippling vacuum of sheer blackness,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the mirages; who could indefatigably titillate the devil into the mortuaries of imbecile devastation; thwarting its every cadaverous effort into the realms of penurious submission,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the graveyard; which could cast such a paralyzing jinx over the tawdry devil; that it relentlessly slithered all its life like emotionless feces,

No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching my fathers and forefathers; who could trash the devil into the corpses of wastrel decay; utilizing their experience of several hundred years and with the sword of scintillating truth,

Instead. If I find the devil; raping; tormenting; or doing anything bad to my mother; whom infact I consider my own country; my own motherland; I’ll simply kill it/finish it/behead it there and then itself; without prior intimations/insinuations or justifications given to anywhere on earth; or to anyone…

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»There was no greater slave

 

There was no greater slave of your piquantly
mesmerizing eyes; than my impoverished eyeballs;
unrelentingly seeking your poignantly charismatic and
compassionate stares,

There was no greater slave of your voluptuously
seductive lips; than the contours of my fervently
anticipating face; ardently desiring to witness you
blossom into an unfathomable festoon of everlasting
smiles; all day and morbid night,

There was no greater slave of your ravishingly silken
hair; than the eclectically cogitating periphery of my
scalp; incorrigibly wanting to possess your sensuously
magical swish; for times and decades immemorial,

There was no greater slave of your ingratiatingly
titillating footsteps; than my every growing bohemian
footprints; intractably waiting to be perpetually
blessed by your majestically spell binding
countenance,

There was no greater slave of your stupendously
magnificent voice; than my overwhelmingly parched
mouth; intransigently slavering till realms beyond the
eternal heavens; for your exotically marvelous melody,

There was no greater slave of your beautifully
pristine fingers; than my insatiably penurious palms;
irrevocably yearning to clasp them royal softness
forever; and for infinite more births yet to come,

There was no greater slave of your tantalizingly
enamoring belly; than my tumultuously starved stomach;
irretrievably desiring to be brushed by your
ravishingly enthralling fire; in the heart of the
resplendent night,

There was no greater slave of your impeccably
irrefutable honesty; than my manipulatively besieged
conscience; unequivocally waiting for your ideals of
philanthropic humanity; to invincibly enshroud it from
all sides,

There was no greater slave of your regally
aristocratic neck; than my swelteringly dying throat;
profoundly waiting to be turbulently smooched by the
same; even as hell rained viciously from the
fathomless sky,

There was no greater slave of your immaculately
rhapsodic ears; than my uncontrollably trembling
teeth; relentlessly longing to harmoniously nibble
your lobes; under the waterfalls of untamed
excitement,

There was no greater slave of your poignantly scarlet
blood; than my despairingly bereaved veins;
incessantly wanting to upreme with your principles of
mankind; your ideals of simplistically symbiotic
existence,

There was no greater slave of your marvelously golden
sweat; than my hungrily groping armpits; indefatigably
anticipating your fountain of fragrant perseverance;
to bless its languid contours,

There was no greater slave of your vibrantly ebullient
shadow; than my frantically trembling silhouette;
timelessly waiting to wholesomely blend with your
entrenchment of divinely sparkling righteousness,

There was no greater slave of your boisterously
charming vibrancy; than my desolately wandering soul;
incorrigibly yearning to profusely assimilate its
impregnable fortitude; to unflinchingly confront even
the most horrendous of impediment that came my way,

There was no greater slave of your profoundly
mesmerizing blushing; than my turbulently bubbling
cheeks; unsurpassably longing to be kissed for
marathon fortnights on the trot; with the twinkling
moon romantically dipping upon the kingly evening,

There was no greater slave of your astoundingly
exhilarating versatility; than my restlessly drifting
waves of excitement; unstoppably wishing to be
passionately embedded by your priceless dexterity; on
every path that I tread,

There was no greater slave of your unconquerably
ecstatic magnetism; than my monotonously drubbing
survival; endlessly longing for your integrally
glorious shades of your uninhibited amiability,

There was no greater slave of your vivaciously vivid
breath; than my hopelessly orphaned nostrils;
tirelessly wanting to be unassailably encapsulated by
its Omnipotent aura; to unitedly metamorphose the
complexion of this disdainfully dithering planet,

And there was no greater slave of your immortally
Omnipresent love; than my uxoriously throbbing heart;
perennially yearning to bond with your formidable
reservoir of humanitarian relationship; perennially
longing to unite as a single spirit with your humbly
benign countenance….


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»There was God to protect me

 

THERE WERE LIDS to protect my eyes; shield them against the most turbulent of storm and dust,

There were lips to protect my teeth; accentuate their beauty as they flirtatiously smiled,

There was flesh to protect my bones; ensure that they stayed in perfect synchronization; and my demeanor looked robust and fine,

There was hair to protect my scalp; comfort it against body blows and buzzing fly,

There was stomach to protect my food; churn exquisite dishes from all over the continent into one stream,

There was an obdurate skull to protect my brain; thereby facilitate me to evolve ideas at lightening speeds,

There were nails to protect my fingers and toes; see to it that I defended myself in the acrid times of war,

There were clothes to protect my body; save me from bitter cold and the tiniest of embarrassment,

There were shoes to protect my feet; engendering me to walk even on the smoldering embers of scarlet fire,

There were mesmerizing flamingoes to protect my happiness; prevent me from entering into clouds of gloom,

There was rain to protect my thirst; keep my throat always moist and incredulously tender,

There was a tongue to protect my speech; make me speak the most perfect of words at the most perfect of times,

There was sweat to protect my skin; stop it from drying into a shriveled and an inconspicuous heap,

There were Sun and Moon to protect my perception of time; depict to me exactly every hour I walked on the surface of this earth,

There were mystical lines on my palm to protect my destiny; mold and harness the purpose of my existence,

There was house to protect my family; impart it with the security it overwhelmingly desired in times of fear and night,

There was beloved to protect my heart; hamper it from getting trapped into the aisles of irrevocable frustration,

There was mother to protect my senses; see to it that all my dreams manifested themselves into reality,

And there was God to protect my life; save me from all difficulties and barricades whichever came my way; see to it that I blissfully breathed & lived my full quota of life; till the purpose I had taken birth for on his land; was fully satisfied…


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»There was no love born greater

 

There was no richness born ever greater; than
uninhibitedly dispensing richness itself; to all those
despicably besieged with whirlwinds of penurious gloom
and maudlin malice,

There was no miracle born ever greater; than
Omnisciently disseminating miracles themselves; to all
those disastrously orphaned and tyrannically lambasted
with whiplashes of indiscriminately ominous despair,

There was no philanthopism born ever greater; than
benevolently diffusing grandiloquent philanthropism
itself; to even the most fathomless quarters of this
enchantingly colossal Universe; uniting with one and
all synergistically; in the true spirit of eternal
mankind,

There was no compassion born ever greater; than
unrelentingly spreading gregarious compassion itself;
to all those brutally bereft of the quintessential
spirit to live; those heartlessly dithering towards a
gruesomely torturous extinction,

There was no happiness born ever greater; than
ubiquitously sprinkling the flavor of happiness
itself; to each dwelling horrendously submerged with
despondently murderous doom; profoundly enlightening
the bizarre darkness with optimistic rays of desire,

There was no mysticism born ever greater; than
ravishingly wafting the majestic aroma of mysticism
itself; to all those obsoletely infirm entities;
ludicrously entangled in the miserable web of
manipulatively monotonous and sinister prejudice,

There was no enthusiasm born ever greater; than
showering the melody of exuberant enthusiasm itself;
to all those drearily divested; and lackadaisically
stumbling like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even
before alighting a single stride,

There was no patriotism born ever greater; than
unitedly bequeathing the magnificent splendor of
righteous patriotism itself; to all those dastardly
countrymen; who sadistically sold their motherland
just to augment the stuffing of gold in the
foundation; of their spuriously bombastic abodes,

There was no charisma born ever greater; than
resplendently distributing voluptuously enamoring
charisma itself; to every lip horrifically enveloped
with; pathetically dwindling sadness,

There was no strength born ever greater; than
fearlessly impregnating formidable strength itself;
embedding unflinching fortitude in all those
torturously maim and devastatingly crippled; becoming
the vibrant tornado of ebullience in each of their
bones,

There was no titillation born ever greater; than the
triggering the seductive thunderbolt of divine
titillation itself; incinerating cloudbursts of
unrelenting yearning in all those organisms;
encapsulated with murderously ghastly remorse,

There was no prayer born ever greater; than
unequivocally preaching the prayer for togetherness
itself; Omnipotently coalescing all caste; creed;
color and religion; in the fabric of humanity; and
alike,

There was no flamboyance born ever greater; than
relentlessly disposing the stupendously passionate
wave of flamboyance itself; to all those shattered
hutment’s of depravation; all those nonchalant
entities dying every instant in deserts of diffidence;
all the time,

There was no charity born ever greater; than
altruistically radiating the most regale rays of
charity itself; to all those underprivileged orphaned
and haplessly destitute; replenishing their tottered
lives with the ointment of; unequivocal sharing,

There was no innocence born ever greater; than
splendidly bestowing the Omnipresent virtue of
innocence itself; to all those derogatorily heinous
devils; ruthlessly bent upon beheading all princely
goodness; from living kind,

There was no rhapsody born ever greater; than
intractably endowing the unconquerable paradise of
rhapsody itself; to all those unfortunately wandering
without their loved ones; lighting the flame of
jubilation in their lives; once again,

There was no innovation born ever greater; than
magnificently dispersing the spirit of innovation
itself; to all those being unsparingly lambasted; by
whirlpools of disdainful monotony and salacious greed,

There was no life born ever greater; than bountifully
gifting the chapter of vivaciously unassailable life
itself; to all those immaculate creations of Almighty
Lord; painfully creeping in agonizing trauma; towards
their gory corpse,

And there was no love born ever greater; than
unendingly transmitting the immortal essence of love
itself; to all those despairingly broken hearts;
rekindling their bountiful treasury of beats once
again; with the unsurpassably sweet fragrance of
kingly existence….



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»There was no man born perfect

 

There is no tree born on this earth which does not
shed its leaves; remains inundated with complete
foliage even in austere autumn and tumultuous storm,

There is no pond born on this earth which does not
evaporate a trifle during blistering summer; swells
towards the summit of the clouds even under fiery rays
of the Sun,

There is no road born on this earth which does not get
sordid as vehicles pass by; regains its sparkling and
virgin complexion even as truck loads of dust
traverses in disdain,

There is no flower born on this earth which does not
wither; blossoms perennially even in rampant massacre
and thunderous rain,

There is no muscle born on this earth which does not
dwindle; remains as bulging as the colossal mountain
even as perilous and old age crept in,

There is no sound born on this earth which keeps on
reverberating for decades on the trot; does not lower
its decibel and intensity even an iota after emanating
from the mouth,

There is no bird born on this earth which keeps on
soaring incessantly in the air; without showing any
signs of plummeting towards the ground; drifting off
to blissful sleep,

There is no eye born on this earth which does not
effusively cry; remains as stoical as white ice even
in bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,
There is no cheek born on this earth which does not
blush; remains as morbid as the dead corpse even when
voraciously tickled by the person whom it passionately
loved,

There is no fist born on this earth which incessantly
keeps punching to win mighty battles that came its
way; remains as hard as obdurate stone even when
viciously attacked by a battalion of bombs and acerbic
sword,

There is no star born on this earth which keeps on
shimmering even in dazzling daylight; tries to conquer
even against the most blistering ray of the Sun,

There is no lip born on this earth which does not
purse; remains as horrendous as sooty charcoal even
when kissed blazingly by the person of its dreams,

There is no soil born on this earth which keeps on
producing fathomless clusters of tantalizing fruit;
doesn’t succumb like infinite others in its fraternity
to the onslaught of uncouth drought,

There is no mouth born on this earth which does not
yawn; keeps locked as tight as the prison door as each
day unveils itself into chilly night,

There is no dog born on this earth which does not wag
its bushy tail; remains dumb and impassive even after
sighting its master,

There is no mosquito born on this earth which does not
sting; rests as harmoniously as the immaculate angel
even when surrounded by bodies of robust flesh and
rubicund demeanor,

There is no pen born on this earth which keeps on
indefatigably writing; embosses volumes after volumes
of books even after the last fraction of ink in its
body is completely exhausted,

There is no mother born on this earth who does not
care for her new born child; strangulates her baby;
infact the very blood which she had painstakingly
spawned,

And there is no man born on this earth who is
absolutely perfect; achieving astronomical heights by
the mere swish of his little finger; executing each
aspect of life to envious perfection; and if indeed
there is one such individual who actually had the
power to metamorphose the entire Universe into
enchanting paradise; then he wasn’t even the slightest
resemblance of man; for he was infact OMNIPRESENT GOD…







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»There was no price on earth

 

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the untamed exhilaration which every pore
of my body experienced; while briskly philandering
through the thunderous cloudbursts of exuberant
breeze,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the profound wave of enlightenment that I
felt on my skin; every day at the very first light of
miraculously rejuvenating dawn,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the irrefutable truth in the voice of the
little child; incoherently gazing towards my drearily
sagging demeanor,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the astronomically resplendent enigma that
I felt enveloped with; when I intrepidly trespassed
through the wilderness of the forests and the
gloriously spell binding waterfalls,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the unrelenting festoon of fantasies that
I dreamt all day and exotic night; the cloud of
majestically sensuous titillation that bountifully
enshrouded every ingredient of my blood,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the uninhibitedly compassionate fabric of
humanity that profusely caressed me from all sides;
the spirit of symbiotically superb camaraderie that I
felt in every aspect of my vibrant life,

There was no price on this earth that could ever
substitute; those moments when I realized I was going
to become a father; the triumphantly unending smiles
on the faces of me and my wife; alike,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the poignantly pristine freshness of the
ravishing oceans; which voraciously tickled me every
night under the gregariously milky moon,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the fathomless sensitivity in the eyes of
my beloved; the Omnipotent replenishment that I had
felt on my lips; as she kissed me till the end of
veritable time,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unprecedented urge in my body to once
again become an innocuously wandering child; regally
frolic with the feathers of the vivid peacock; until
the Sun bid the earth a final goodbye,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unsurpassable excitement that I had
indefatigably experienced; as the nubile seductress
deluged the colors of her embellished artistry; in the
famished whites of my lugubrious eye,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unconquerable faith that I had in the
paradise of righteousness; even as diabolically
marauding hell wholesomely blended with inconspicuous
granules of soil,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the invincible exultation engulfing my
face; when I earned the first trace of quintessential
livelihood with my very own hands,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the limitless euphoria that each element
of my visage experienced; as I nosedived without a
parachute from the absolute summit of the beautifully
snow clad hills,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the insurmountable care showered upon me
by my godly mother right since the first cry of my
birth; and even as she underwent the most horrifically
gory whippings from the conventionally inclement
society,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the smile of perennial freshness on the
face of my newly born daughter; her insatiably
innocent actions to nibble everything that came her
way,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the blissfully seductive scent of the
mesmerizing rose that drifted into my torturously
starved nostrils; the stupendous vivaciousness of the
atmosphere; royally perpetuating me from all ends,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; those two words of encouragement from the
haplessly withering dame; impregnating loads of
Herculean courage in my dwindling persona; even as she
was just about to leave the planet forever and die,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unbelievably supreme melody of the
ingratiatingly voluptuous nightingale; the Omniscient
sweetness that it instilled in my collapsing form;
every time she unfurled her beak to sing and cry,

And there was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; those instants when I fell in love at
first sight; those unassailable passions in my body
when we first united; those immortal bonds of love
that we had formed for infinite more births yet to
unveil; which were still my whole and sole mantra to
lead life….


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»There was nothing born on earth

 

There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white cow milk,
There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline sea,
There was nothing born on earth; redder than the intensely emollient scarlet rose,
There was nothing born on earth; more green than the blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,
There was nothing born on earth; purer than crystal spray of water cascading down the mountain,
There was nothing born on earth; more pungent than piquant slices of red chili,
There was nothing born on earth; more transparent than the human eye,
There was nothing born on earth; more sensitive than the throbbing heart,
There was nothing born on earth; more rotten than raw pig manure,
There was nothing born on earth; more effusive than a flurry of tears dribbling down the cheek,
There was nothing born on earth; more tenacious than resplendently strong beams of the moon,
There was nothing born on earth; more reinvigorating than a glass of natural coconut water,
There was nothing born on earth; more supple than the skin of an innocuous infant,
There was nothing born on earth; more eloquent than the mesmerizing voice of the nightingale,
There was nothing born on earth; more sweeter than succulent sticks of farm sugarcane,
There was nothing born on earth; more handsome than the majestically swirling electric blue dolphin,
There was nothing born on earth; more provoking than a helpless cry,
There was nothing born on earth; more thorny than the king cactus extruding from silver desert mud,
There was nothing born on earth; more slippery than the glistering sand,
There was nothing born on earth; more vociferous than the growl of the panther,
There was nothing born on earth; more dominating than the inner voice of the conscience,
There was nothing born on earth; more benevolent than serving mankind,
There was nothing born on earth; more beautiful than a persons mother,
There was nothing born on earth; more powerful than the Creator,
And there was nothing born on earth; more invincible than true love.
 
»There was nothing like office

 

THERE WAS NOTHING like stink; in the dictionary of the
rose; blossoming in the mesmerizing ambience of the
valley,

There was nothing like cowardice in the dictionary of
the lion; roaring its way thunderously through the
dense outgrowths of the jungle,

There was nothing like adulteration in the dictionary
of the gushing stream; cascading down the pristine
slopes of the gorgeous mountain,

There was nothing like pessimism in the dictionary of
the Sun; inundating every spot of earth with
blistering rays and dazzling shine,

There was nothing like stain in the dictionary of the
eraser; as it ruthlessly annihilated every blemish
that it came across and caressed,

There was nothing like color in the dictionary of
milk; as it oozed out impeccably white from the teats
of the mother,

There was nothing like laziness in the dictionary of
the clock; as it ticked diligently; without gasping
the slightest for breath all round the clock,

There was nothing like dryness in the dictionary of
the clouds; as they showered unrelentingly; flooding
scorching mass of sand with heavenly water,

There was nothing like pandemonium in the dictionary
of the valley; as it reverberated its echoes sonorous
and clear; piercing every nook and cranny of the
atmosphere,

There was nothing like sleep in the dictionary of the
owl; as it incorrigibly kept awake all night; without
batting its eyelids the slightest,

There was nothing like straightness in the dictionary
of a dog; as it inevitably kept curling its tail; as
hard as you might try and compress it,

There was nothing like euphoria in the dictionary of a
yawn; as it was a perennial indication of a person to
blissfully close his eyes; snore and sleep,

There was nothing like freezing in the dictionary of
the fire; which leapt in handsome flames to try and
sizzle the cosmos,

There was nothing like weakness in the dictionary of
the boxer; whose swollen fists; craved inexorably to
drill a hole through the wall,

There was nothing like bragging in the heart of a
humanitarian; whose sole purpose in life was to uplift
the downtrodden society,

There was nothing like empathy in the tears of the
corrupt politician; who simply cried to gain votes and
sympathy of the masses,

There was nothing like manipulation in the dictionary
of the mother; as every word she uttered was in the
benefit of her child,

There was nothing like devil in the dictionary of the
temple; where sacrosanct bells kept ringing the
essence of existence till eternity,

There was nothing like death in the dictionary of God;
as he was immortal; guiding the destiny of all from
the skies,

And there was nothing like office in the dictionary of
my mind; as I was overwhelmingly busy in composing
poetry; engrossed in poetic fantasy and entirely
oblivious to the vagaries of this mercenary world…


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